By Elizabeth Mitchell

Leopold leaned back

To admire the view

As Molly braved the waves

Skirts raised above her knee.

Her flaming red hair

Lit by the setting sun

Loveliest of all

Those slender seaside girls.

He longed to possess

This rarest of all blooms

With skin of ivory

Teeth of shining pearls.

As she emerged

Slowly, from the sea

In her ear he whispered

Will you walk with me.